You paid for a lap dance, but you're trying to get away with more? I don't think so. You think you can pull out your tiny peen just because you paid for my time, but now you don't deserve anything but humiliation for that pathetic excuse for a penis. It's no wonder I couldn't feel anything when I was sitting on your lap! But I can tell you love the attention, even if I'm insulting your little dicklet. So why don't you just buy another dance from me while I tell you all about how embarrassing it is to have that in your pants. Deal?